Reading MOVING HOUSE, I found myself thinking, not the thing (as in the house described) but the soul of the thing blesses us with hope and joy. And then at the poem's end: not the poem, but the soul of the poet shining through these golden lines, blesses us with hope and joy. Thank you.
Aberjhani

Great imagery within this spititual piece Kate!!

Love Tinka

I want to climb up,
run all the baths,
leave my clothes trailing
from room to room,
feeling the freedom
of deep-pile wool carpet
close-fitted against
every inch of my skin.

now that's what i call imagery ...

ohhhhhhhhhhhh
your soul is your real estate agent

how true.....

from the innner spirit, a classified listing of dreams!

yes move in......get that mortgage......and LIVE!!!
:)
a

Sometimes we are forced to live a life just short of what we had planned and hoped for. Sometimes we find when the kids are grown and we are older the once too small home has suddnely grew into an echo chamber. Sometimes careers or lifes necessities force us to move to a part of the world unfamiliar at first to us. but always the love of family, friends and relatives and all the magic memories of the past home tag along to reunite with those of the new. Hope you find this is so sweet Kate.
Hugs for stressful times,
Felix

You have beautifully created your own nirvana, may it be all you hope it to be. Exceptional write!

Eileen

To have found it. To have been admitted. To have explored. To have been cuddled in the arms of complete satisfcction. To become a part of the beauty and solace that keeps us alive and determined.
You have reached out and gathered a new world into yours... but all of it, without clothes? My, my, my dear. That sublime, huh?
Your words weave a fabric of near fantasy. - Bill

Kate I love how you've used personification so effectively in this poem. You are still the queen of expression and I love reading your work. As always it inspires me.
Hope you're doing well on the health front. My thoughts and prayers are with you.
Chanti

Sounds like quite a place, Kate, and now all you need to make it complete is a kitty cat in the bedroom chair and a dog by the hearth!!

A new home does tend to make one want to run all nakey through it. Great pen Kate

Kate,

This is uplifting and filled with joyous energy! Blessings on your new home...be it physical or spiritual, you have found both in this write!

next to cuisine, houses are an english obsession on sunday afternoons,
ha ha, nicely stylised & i noticed especially the same verse as reg below saludos

"Sky is obliterated
by nakedness of windows,
by the shoulders of furniture
yet to be explored"

Superb verses and the whole poem is a wonderful poetic offering. Thank you for sharing it, Kate. Love and peace to you,

Regis

Beautiful expressions and freedom flowing in this piece the visuals you created are refreshing for the reader. I enjoy the feel of exploring newness and you delivered it so well in this poem. TY LOL take care . Josie

A top notch vivid pretty worded write which I loved reading.
Best wishes always
from
kay.

A fresh start, a new house, a wonderful feeling of freedom and a brand new attitude...it just doesn't get any better than this!!
"If this life's for sale,
I'll take it."
How sweet it is, Kate.
I love this poem; it is an uplifting breath of fresh air that made me feel as though you were dancing on moonbeams, scarves swirling in the air.
Take care,
Sherry

Now your invite to stay in your new home sounds dreamy. Blimey this comes too.
Yup you can call me carpet anytime..
I love this, as I do the new pic on your bio..
Only Barabra could write this free!!!

This is quite how I feel living in my new home, and it is unencumbered, free of mortgage and rich with 11 acres of nature that borders another 1000 acres on my fenceline so wild, deer that I water in my 100 gallon horse tank, of course my five white wolves (two have died) had seven, raccoons, rabbits, badgers, OH and lotsa coyotes. I have a whole bleached out coyote skeleton at my prayer altar I have designed out of rocks and a pentagram/pentacle star fashioned from rocks to honor my religion of Wicca, and THE BIRDS...many varieties...Hea, we're talking about my small country hometown here where I was raised...I am home, where even the little white chapel on the cemetery grounds is kept unlocked and opened 24/7 because we live in a pristine life here, no taggers, grafitti, or badboys! I'll take it! Sounds like you're home, Kate, Bless it, where even the teakettle sings from happiness! Take care of you. I don't dress my windows either. I like free vision.

Sage

Not moving in up here then? Awww lol. It's a bit monkey's, but you'd be more than welcome, you'd feel at home too because we're all getting sectioned soon lol. A little beaut Kate.

Paul;-)

Kate,

Breathless...speechless...you've penned a beautiful, beautiful write that evokes pleasant memories...thank you, BRAVA!

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

how divine to finally come 'home'. beautiful!

if this life's for sale...i'll take it - what a great idea and words, i loved the whole poem but the last lines were killer

incredible images, enjoyed.

Sounds like a step into Paradise Kate, where all our worldly cares are left behind willingly, and we receive the ardent love and succour of God and his Angels !
Any right thinking person would want to buy into this eternal asset !
Peter

This is a wonderful look into starting over. You paint a vivid picture, capturing the essence of how appealing it can be to find a "clean slate," and to actually have the opportunity to begin to fill it as you see fit. Lovely!
-DM Kraft